entrancelogs | + FOURTH WALL EVENT: BEACH PARTY +

Who: E V E R Y O N E
Where: The Beach!
When: Sept 5th to Sept 10th
Rating: G to PG-13 (please label higher ratings, thank you!)
Summary: Are the other parties a little too crowded and chaotic for you? Come and chill by the water! And don't forget to have a look at the Fourth Wall Master Post for event rules, puzzle clues, and more places to mingle!
The Story:

Beginning on September 5th, much of the shoreline will be taken over by a massive beach party! As with all good Wonderland parties, it will be run day and night, always mysteriously tidy and always with food that replenishes itself.

At various points along the beach, there will be wheel barrels full of candy and treats, and torches for people to claim as their own. There are also volleyball nets, and when darkness falls they will light up like Christmas trees for those who want to play well into the night.

There are many places set up to sit - some with tables, some with pillows and blankets, many with shade, and some even dug out in the sand. There is music playing, but the source is unclear.

However, there's one thing that the curious may find - a message in a bottle. It will regenerate within five minutes if taken, allowing as many curious truth-seekers to investigate as possible.

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oh man. well, buddy, you asked for it.

[He gives Death a totally shit-eating grin.]

you know normally, meeting you, i'd think i was pretty boned. i'd say it's not the first time i've faced death, but that seems a bit overwrought. boy, they say there's only two things certain in life, so should i be keeping an eyesocket out for your buddy, the taxman? you know, i know a bunch of people who would just be dying to meet you. well, that one's a bit depressing, but what can you do but laugh in the face of death, right? and hey, sorry again for being so rattled before, but you know, we're both missing a skeleton of cultural context here, so. and anyway, it's been pretty scythe talking to you so far. i hear death is cold, but you're a lot chiller than i expected. i appreciate that you don't mind a bit of good-natured ribbing.

[He's beaming by the time he's finished.]

[If Death didn't have such excellent self-control, he'd be laughing pretty hard right about now. However, he's been told more than once that his laugh is chilling at best, and downright blood-curdling at worst. But not laughing at all would be rude, so he settles for some slightly cold snickering and chuckling.

At least his own grin is pretty warm. Well... as warm as a fleshless, permanent skeletal grin can be, anyway.]

TIBIA HONEST, I DON'T OFTEN GET TO HEAR JOKES. THE DWARFS OF MY WORLD DON'T EVEN HAVE A SENSE OF HUMOUR. I FEAR THAT LIFE SOLD THEM A BIT SHORT THAT WAY.

[He's chuckling quite a bit now, especially since he got freaking Death to laugh a little.]

ha, oh man, that's a good one. i know that feeling, let me tell you. often feel like i got the short end of the stick, too.

but hey, it's nice to know death has a sense of humor.

I CAN'T SPEAK FOR OTHER DEATHS, BUT I TRY. I'M AFRAID THAT I BUTCHER THE PUNCHLINE SOMETIMES.

[Humour's hard to master when your usual audience really isn't in the mood on account of having just died. He nods toward his scythe-turned-fishing pole.]

WOULD YOU CARE TO JOIN ME FOR SOME FISHING?

heh, but i bet if you got yourself a routine at a comedy club, you'd totally kill it.

[Sans isn't the biggest fan of morbid humor, but a lot of people really like it.]

[He considers the fishing pole.]

i don't really know how to fish. one of my friends is a fish, too, though i dunno how she'd feel about catching non-sentient non-monster fish.

[Would that be cannibalism? Is it kind of problematic to think it would be? Ah well. It's not like Undyne is here so he could ask her.]

HAH! AS MUCH AS I WOULD LOVE TO SLAY AN AUDIENCE WITH COMEDY, PUBLIC APPEARANCES ARE, AH, A BIT OF A PROBLEM.

[He shrugs.]

FISH EAT OTHER FISH ALL THE TIME. IT'S NATURE.

[He'd even watched fish evolve to become extremely good at catching and eating other fish that had evolved from the same common ancestor as them. Life was weird like that.]

I COULD TEACH YOU, IF YOU'D LIKE. I ONLY CATCH AND RELEASE, ANYWAY. KILLING HOLDS NO APPEAL FOR ME.

heh, i imagine they would be.

[He considers that for a moment and nods.]

fair point. you know what, sure. i'm not doing anything. and i hear fishing doesn't take much effort.

ALMOST NONE AT ALL, IN FACT. MOST OF IT IS SITTING AND WAITING FOR A FISH TO BITE.

[He looks from Sans to the scythe, and spots a bit of a problem, namely that said scythe was made to be wielded by someone roughly 7 feet tall, and Sans is far shorter than that. He's reasonably sure that Sans would end up pole vaulting himself into the ocean if he tried casting with it as is, assuming the smaller skeleton didn't fall over from the awkward load.

Well. Say what you will about being an anthropomorphic personification, at least metaphors are flexible. Death snaps his bony fingers, and the scythe shrinks down to a far more reasonable size for Sans.]

YOU MAY BORROW MY SCYTHE, BUT MIND THE BLADE.

[He snaps his fingers again, summoning a second scythe for himself.]

really? that sounds like it's exactly my speed.

[He watches Death look over his scythe-pole and can't hide his grin. Yeah, if Sans tried to use that thing he'd probably launch himself into space, or impale himself, or a combination of both.]

[Then Death simply shrinks the scythe and summons a second one. Sans very carefully takes the repurposed weapon because...wow, yeah, he is definitely holding Death's scythe right now. He might not know the lore very well, but he's pretty sure this is not a thing one is really supposed to do. But, hey, he's not turning to dust and Death Himself seems okay with it, so.]

this definitely has to be the weirdest thing i've ever seen a scythe used for.

OH? PEOPLE STILL USE SCYTHES IN YOUR WORLD?

I WOULD RECOMMEND BRINGING SOMETHING TO DRINK, BY THE WAY. ALCOHOL IS TRADITIONAL, BUT ANY BEVERAGE WILL DO.

[Okay, so they still used them on the Disc, but change was coming. He'd seen its first prototype both perform with chilling mechanical efficiency and completely self-destruct in spectacular fashion.]

[He turns to lead Sans toward a group of boulders sitting in the surf. He steps onto one easily, setting down his tackle box, then offers Sans a hand up.]

nah, i mean. we don't even have the sort of stuff where i'm from that would require a scythe. i guess people just think they look cool. i think that fish friend i mentioned was propping up a table with one, one time. though she's more into swords.

[A beverage, huh? Far be it from him to defy tradition. He grabs some kind of frozen drink from off the nearest table and follows Death. He grins when Death offers a hand.]

thanks, but don't worry. i know a shortcut.

[He blips up onto the rocks and parks his nonexistent butt on the one that looks most comfortable. Then he winks at Death. Actually winks at freaking Death.]

fast shortcut, right? so. what do we do first?

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